if i could go anywhere…
those are tempting words; i LOVE traveling. and i’m sure every time i answer this question, it’s with a different answer.
today, my answer is honduras. my family is from there and we visited occasionally as i grew up. i still have family there, but haven’t visited since 2010.
every time i visit honduras, i feel simultaneously at home and out of place. it’s a strange sensation. i miss the mountains rising and the palm trees waving and the hibiscus around every corner.
i miss the history there. the maya are always said to have lived in what is southern mexico and guatemala, which is true, but what few ever mention is that the mayan empire stretched to the western part of honduras. some of their most famous ruins still stand there today, at copán.
and i miss my family, the funny, generous, loving people to whom i have the privilege of being related. we’re scattered across the continent, in three different countries. i don’t know that we will ever be in one place again, and if we are, i don’t know that it will be in honduras. it’s too dangerous; for the past seven years, if not longer, it has had the highest murder rate per capita in the world.
it’s a beautiful country despite that: coffee plants sprawling over mountains, fields of banana trees lined up neatly, pyramids rising from the floor of what was once rainforest. and it’s my hope the danger will abate and it will be a place to which i can return, to which you perhaps have the opportunity to see yourself.
if you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?